The sound of the comb
When it winds slowly
By the waves of your hair
It reminds me that my boat
Paddle alone through the waves.
Sadness is sitting
Combing her hair,
While in the distance
Is heard the melancholic
Song of Lorelei.
Everybody already knows
That my little boat
Against the crazy waters
Among the tall rocks
Shattered it will sleep.
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